Survivor FOFC Question of the day

[stkelly52]

Here is a place for those who are playing Survivor FOFC to answer some questions. THis will help people decide who to vote off.

Today's Question:

Tell us a strange or funny experiance that you have had.

[heybrad]

Heres my funny experience in an effort to show my participation for my tribe.

As I said in my bio I've been attending school 2 nights a week and I've been doing that for the last 3 semesters. At the start of the fall semester I had screwed up and scheduled a deep sea fishing trip on the same day as my 1st day in Art Appreciation. I had to be in Newport Beach by 5:00 am so I got up extremely early and we were headed out to fish by 5:30. Within an hour I started puking. I alternated between fishing and puking for the first couple of hours, but ended up spending most of the day crawled up in ball feeling like crap.

We were supposed to make it back by 5pm which I figured would give me time to make it to my class which started at 6:30. We were late getting in and finally made it back in by 6:00 pm. I had planned on stopping at home to clean up but now I didnt have time. I went straight to school. When I arrived in the parking lot I thought that I was starting to feel better so I ate a granola bar. About 30 seconds later I was puking in the parking lot. So I start heading to class and I realize that I completely stink of puke and fish, but hey, I wasnt going to miss the first day. When I got to class all of the seats had already been taken so I sat on the floor. The smell of fish was in the air and I finally noticed that sticking out of my sock was a piece of the bait we had been using.

Needless to say, it wasnt my best first impression.

[heybrad]

So am I the only one doing this?

[McSweeny]

don't worry brad i'll post one... in the morning though i'm a bit tired

[vex]

Do we have to do this;)

[McSweeny]

heh heh oh yeah, aren't we exempt?

[vex]

I don't know, are we?

[heybrad]

I thought the idea behind the discussion thread was to give everyone the chance to either make themselves look good or others bad. As it stands now, looking at the forum voting poll, doing nothing seems to help in this game. The people who participated are getting all the votes.

What an exciting game. We'll can all see who can disappear the best.

[McSweeny]

i wouldn't put too much stock in the popular vote, the "winner" only gets one vote. I'm sure you guys could get together and boot out the dead weight

[JeeberD]

Once, the aliens came and anally probed me...

OK, so I've never really met Kodos (thought I don't doubt that he would like to probe me). However, this is a funny little story. On my birthday last year I went with my girlfriend to a cool little bar and grill here in Denton. We went up there around 10pm, found a nice spot on the patio and started doing a little bit of drinking, starting with a couple of Fat Tires. I started calling up my co-workers and they all told me that they would make it up there to celebrate. Well, I always forget how late OG parties tend to start, so I kept on drinking my Fat Tires.

Around 11pm one of my roommates showed up and bought me a couple of Colorado Bulldogs, and I pounded those, and I was starting to get a little bit of a buzz on. I ordered another Fat Tire, and around midnight my coworkers finally started to show up. I already had a pretty good buzz going when several of the decided to buy me shots. I think six shots were bought (Jager, tequila, Three Wise Men, Rumpleminze, Liquid Cocaine, and some other shot). Well, being drunk and brave, I just downed them one after the other. After that, the night is very, very fuzzy...

I'm told that about a half hour I took the shots I started swaying in my seat. Next thing everyone knew I was puking in between my legs. I'm not quite sure how ling I was puking, but apparently the manager came out and yelled at them to get me the hell out of there. All I remember is having to pick my glasses up out of a pile of vomit and then my girlfriend and a friend were walking me to my car. My girlfriend drove me home, with me puking out the window the entire way (I thought that we were still in the parking lot...).

Luckily I had the next day off from work. I wasn't in really that bad of shape since I had thrown up a good deal of the alcohol, but I still wasn't exactly feeling great. I still go back to that bar and grill from time to time, and my friends always point out the manager that threw me out. He's never indicated that he recognizes me from that night, thank god.

And that's my birthday from last year. Hopefully this year it will be a little bit less drunken...

[Blade]

Well, this experience was funny at the time, and does not reflect well on my intelligence.

In High School, I went to a school that was right across the street from a shopping mall. Every lunch hour, my friends and I would venture over to the mall and grab some lunch, and look around some stores. This particular lunch hour, my friends and I were having a conversation as we were walking throughout the mall. After a bit of walking, the conversation was getting pretty interesting, so we stopped walking and concentrated on the conversation (can't walk and talk at the same time!). Anyway, I was pretty lazy, so I decided to lean up against the closest thing to me...

Which was an escalator handle. Of course, the handle moves along with the stairs, and the rubber gripped with my jeans. I was leaning against it hard enough to give it some traction, and it pulled me up. So, there I am, straddling the handle of the escalator, and I start to panic...so, I do a forward somersault onto the mall floor so I can get off.

After I pick myself up off the floor, an older woman came up to me and simply said:

"There are easier ways to get off an escalator."

I know, not a great story, but embarrasing nonetheless...

[Poli]

Originally posted by heybrad
I thought the idea behind the discussion thread was to give everyone the chance to either make themselves look good or others bad. As it stands now, looking at the forum voting poll, doing nothing seems to help in this game. The people who participated are getting all the votes.

What an exciting game. We'll can all see who can disappear the best.

Perhaps your active DH members could form an alliance. I'm not trying to cause turmoil, honest :) .

[vex]

And who knows, maybe more DH members will post for the Dolamites, twice!

[Kodos]

Since puke has already been brought up (so to speak), I'd like to point out that I have not puked since around 7th grade or so. Impressive, isn't it!

I don't have much in the way of stories. Back at IU, I lived in the dorms (Wright Quad for any fellow Hoosiers). We lived on the third floor, and the screen was knocked out of the communal bathroom window early on. Anyhow, we used to do this thing where one of my friends would yell "Kodos, are you feeling alright?" and I would yell back "No!", and then I would proceed to pour a bucket of water out the window and simulate like I was puking for anyone who happened to be walking by. It was always a good way to impress the local gentry.


And, yes, we were geeks. :)

[Poli]

But nothing strange or funny happens to me. At least, not in the past ten years.

OK, I'll go back to 1990. My freshman year in high school, at Loudon, TN. I played bass trombone.

Our marching band (I was in marching band my freshman and sophomore years, it wasn't until then I found out that football was the greatest sport in the entire existence of the world and started playing my junior year) was not big at all. I'd say we were lucky to have 25 kids, and that was including some middle school kids. Our director was terrible, and I was having a terrible time in band.

So bad that I tried to quit. I didn't show up at all for the summer camp, although I got phone calls and letters to try and persuade me to do so. I just didn't care. Band was a joke in Loudon, and I had just moved in from Lenoir City, where the band program was large and in charge. I was good in a good program, and then I went to this junk of a place. I hated it.

School starts up and my schedule has me in band anyway. Well, I can drop out of that. Nope, I can't. He wouldn't release me. What's more, he's telling me I'll have to be in marching band or fail...something like that. Mr. Hudson wanted to make sure I knew I had to do it, regardless.

After a chewing out session I received from a closed door, senior class (all four of them) only party, I was allowed to go on the practice field with them.

It couldn't have been more of a joke. Let's make a square. Ok, we've got a square, now let's make a straight line! No kidding, our program was awful! All this to the tune of "Walk the Dinosaur" and other late 80s music.

Well, I had a whopping four practices before our first game at Maryville. For the game we were supposed to wear a red shirt and black shorts, but I didn't, because I was told I would not be marching. We get to the game, and guess what, Hudson decided I was marching. Guess who's not dressed appropriately? Me. They got me a red shirt, but nothing could be done about the blue jeans I wore.

Needless to say, I kind of stuck out. It didn't get any better that night.

We're doing our square, line, back to square thing, and then we got into our tricky routine...where we formed a rectangle and then went back to the square. When we went back to the square though, we were facing the crowd.

I'm marching back to my spot in the square when I bump into someone. Imagine my confusion. I look over and it's the other trombone player in my spot!

I pushed him and told him to scoot over. He stopped playing and said that's where he was supposed to be. I pointed to his spot and he went running over. The crowd, a large one as Maryville is fairly big, went wild.

I've never been so embarrassed. I quit band for probably the third of five times that following Monday. Mr. Hudson granted me a release, and I got a study hall.


edit for spelling.

[JeeberD]

band geek...:)

[Poli]

I actually continued to play while playing football my junior and senior years. Thank the Lord I didn't have to march anymore. That sucked! I didn't think I'd ever recover from the Loudon fiasco.

[Schmidty]

About two years ago, I was out at a local basketball court playing some three on three with some guys I didn't know. The guys were much bigger than me, but that's nothing new around that area (downtown).

Everything was going great. My team was winning through most of the game, and my outside shot was on. I got a little carried away, and decided I wanted to post up the big guy who was guarding me. I backed him down, and faked left, and then went up with a fall-away J. What happened next was extremely wierd, and extremely painful. The guy who was guarding me and I both came down at the exact same time on somebody foot. Both of our ankles snapped, and we both yelled out "Shit!!!" at the exact same time in stereo. It was one of the oddest moments I've ever experienced. Telling it as a story doesn't do it justice.

I was helped to my car, and painfully drove home at a 10 mile an hour clip, since my car is a stick shift. When I got home, Kelly drove me to the emergency where I was told I had a broken ankle.

After 3 months of recovery, I decided to wear a brace and try to go play some b-ball. When I got to the playground, who did I see? The same dude who busted his ankle at the same time I did. We laugh and joked about how wierd that situation was, and about how we better be careful this time. Little did I know that this guy was to curse me yet again.

We started playing, and the guy (Rob) was checking me. Not more than 3 minutes into the game, I went up for a rebound, and came down on Rob's foot. SNAP!! This time it was my other ankle, but it was the same injury. Busted ankle.

Needless to say, I don't go to that playground anymore. If I ever see Rob again, I'll run the other way.

[Coffee Warlord]

Quick one, as I haven't had enough coffee this morning.

Brief synopsis of my last trip to (where else?) Vegas, for Defcon.

Board the plane. About halfway there, I realize the trio of guys in front of me are also going to Defcon. We get to talking, and I realize they came prepared. Bottle of vodka, and bottle of rum. So I start drinking with 'em. The flight attendant had to be suspicious, considering how many times we bothered her for coke & OJ.

Arrive there. Walk out of my hotel room at the same time someone next door does. They're obviously Defcon folk, and ask me if I want a drink. Gee. Sure. I head into their room, they've got the place stocked already. A lot of drinks later, we head out on the strip.

A few casinos later, we hear music playing outside. Live band, fenced in area on the strip. We check out the place, and discover it's a private party for the automotive sales industry. So, we walked on up, I became so and so from Idea Ford (my old company at the time was Ideacube e-Media), they welcomed me, we enjoyed free bar and free food for the next few hours.

And that was just day 1.

[Fritz]

FWIW, when brad first told this story it instantly became one of my favorites.

Originally posted by heybrad
Heres my funny experience in an effort to show my participation for my tribe.

As I said in my bio I've been attending school 2 nights a week and I've been doing that for the last 3 semesters. At the start of the fall semester I had screwed up and scheduled a deep sea fishing trip on the same day as my 1st day in Art Appreciation. I had to be in Newport Beach by 5:00 am so I got up extremely early and we were headed out to fish by 5:30. Within an hour I started puking. I alternated between fishing and puking for the first couple of hours, but ended up spending most of the day crawled up in ball feeling like crap.

We were supposed to make it back by 5pm which I figured would give me time to make it to my class which started at 6:30. We were late getting in and finally made it back in by 6:00 pm. I had planned on stopping at home to clean up but now I didnt have time. I went straight to school. When I arrived in the parking lot I thought that I was starting to feel better so I ate a granola bar. About 30 seconds later I was puking in the parking lot. So I start heading to class and I realize that I completely stink of puke and fish, but hey, I wasnt going to miss the first day. When I got to class all of the seats had already been taken so I sat on the floor. The smell of fish was in the air and I finally noticed that sticking out of my sock was a piece of the bait we had been using.

Needless to say, it wasnt my best first impression.

[Draft Dodger]

this one time, in band camp...

[heybrad]

Originally posted by Fritz
FWIW, when brad first told this story it instantly became one of my favorites.
Thanks Fritz. It was written better over at the FOBL since I was writing the College Years dynasty and it was fresh in my mind.

[Draft Dodger]

I have a funny experience from TODAY...

Thursday is my Subway day - it's my weekly "break from my diet" and order a sub from my favorite restaurant. I look forward to my Thursday BMT with bacon and dijon horseradish sauce all week long.

So, I get my sub and come into work and start chowing. Somehow, I managed to dump my plate, and half my sandwich it flew forward into my lap. As a reflex, I squeezed my legs together - and closed my eyes and prayed. Magically, I actually saved the sub - I looked down, and there it was locked firmly between my knees. A piece of lettuce dropped out and that was it...it was a miracle.

[Draft Dodger]

better funny story of the day.

I just sold something...to one of the producers of Survivor.

true story.

[Poli]

Guess you couldn't tell us details?

[McSweeny]

yeah elaborate man!

[Draft Dodger]

Originally posted by ardent enthusiast
Guess you couldn't tell us details?

no, but they really aren't very exciting anyways.

just the coincidence of it being a Survivor producer as I'm in the middle of a heated Survivor battle was funny to me.

[Swaggs]

Here is one that is kind of funny/embarassing/frightening all at the same time.

Most people know that I recently got married. My wife has a brother that is six years younger than both of us (we are both 25 right now). I have always gotten along well with her brother, as he was 13 and just getting interested in girls/sports/cars/etc when I first started dating my wife.

When he was about 14, the three of us had gone to a movie and my wife had to go to a meeting or class or something, so I ended up dropping her off before taking him home. We began to talk about computers (he is a whiz, as are most people younger than me, it seems) and began talking about handhelds and PDAs, which I hadn't heard of before then.

To make a long story short, by the end of the car ride home, he had decided to buy one (and I did little to discourage him from doing so), so I took him to the bank, where he withdrew $700.00 (nearly all) from his savings. I then took him to Office Depot, where he bought a PDA for $640.00. He never really got it working properly and absolutely never figured out how to get online with it. His parents, particularly his mother, were absolutely livid that he bought the PDA without asking him. In addition, they were furious with the bank for allowing a 14 year old to withdraw $700.00 without having an adult present (gulp!).

So, that was over five years ago. My wife, her brother, and I still have not told her parents that I was the "adult" that went with him to the bank and took him to make the purchase. But the funniest thing is that three or four times a year she will bring it up and she is still very angry about it. For awhile, my wife and I thought that we would tell them after we got married, but as recently as this Christmas she brought it up again, and we have decided to hold off for a few more years. Pretty funny and uncomfortable for me when we are just BSing and she comes from nowhere with a "I still can't believe they gave a 14 year old $700.00 without an adult around!" :)

[Poli]

Now that's funny!